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A Gentleman's Ramblings
Abandon hope, all ye who enter this God-forsaken place, for within the confines of this journal, you shall find the hopes, the dreams, the pain, and the incessant garble of a particularly odd individual.
You have been warned.
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A Gentleman's Greatest Pain |
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When I look at a person and I see their problems, I immediately see possible solutions. I utilize the timeless arsenal of helping hands, comforting words, and meaningful gestures to help my friends overcome their falters and challenges throughout their lives.
It stands to reason, then, that my worst pains come during a time when, no matter what I do, I am plagued with the inability to help.
What can I do in the face of such shattered hearts? How can I stop these tears of pain? What good would any gusts I arouse do at blowing away the black and foul clouds that hang over my friends?
I find myself now faced with a new set of problems that befall my friends. Problems more terrible and more worthy of sympathy than any I've ever had. But when I offer my words, they do little. My gestures are mere scratches on the surface.
It is not their fault. It is not mine either, I suppose. The universe plays their worst hands on the least deserving. These lovely people I call my friends, who would do all they could for me in my time of need, now find their hearts crushed and their spirits heavily dampened.
As I sit here now, tears streaming down my cheeks, I wonder what on God's earth I could say to them, and I realize that there's only so much I can do. My heart aches to help, but my tangible being extends no further.
As such, their pain becomes my own, and our tears are shared.
If there was just one thing I could say to them, to anyone who is hurting, it would be this: you don't weep alone. You don't suffer alone. For each burden you take on, there is another helping you to carry it. Another shoulder offers its strength. It could be me, or it could be someone else.
I implore you. Don't suffer in silence and solitude. As for me, well, I will continue my crusade. Broken hearts are not so easily mended, and I won't pretend I know anything about them, but I know that I will give whatever I can to see a heart recover...
Sir Zeta II · Tue Jul 17, 2012 @ 04:40am · 0 Comments |
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